NationStates Jolt Archive

"You check the basement?!?" Sloan screeched, "They've begun burrowing!"

"I'm going to find the bus, you go check, but wait for someone to help you."

"Fine. Where does this place keep the communal bread?"

The Priest shook his head, "Communion Bread, and we use wafers here. I have real food in the freezer in the kitchen to your left."

The first door Mark tried was a stuck, he forced it open after a few tries and found himself leaning precariously over nothing, the door lead nowhere, or more precisely, lead outside, some 20 feet above the ground. He yanked it closed and climbed the stairs, the next door lead to the ringing room where the bell ropes hung and a third door further up lead to the main roof, the stairs extended higher to the top of the tower where he presumed the captain was.

He opened the door and walked slowly onto the roof, making sure it would support him, old buildings may look sturdy but were deceptive. He was looking for anything that looked out of place, on the verge of giving up and turning back he saw something reflecting light near the hole that had been created by Kara's zombie friend, moving closer he picked it up and realised it was a set of keys. He pocketed them, they might come in use later. He descended the stairs, wondering if he might be able to catch up to the bus hunters, the keys might be useful.

"Any idea where the bus boys went?" He asked to anyone within earshot.

(OOC: finding the keys took a few minutes so i'm assuming you had left the church by the time he came down)

"No idea." Sloan replied, searching the room for sacks. Anyone seen a toolbox?"

Kara woke with an ear-splitting shriek about half an hour after she'd passed out. Looking round, she found herself on a pew, without any Infected nearby and relaxed slightly as she tried to figure out what was going on. Looking about, she wondered who was nearby and would tell her what had happened.

"Please don't do that!" Sloan bellowed, covering his ears.

"Do what?" She asked of the strange man she didn't recognise.

Stan looked at the girl and smiled. "You just screamed, very, very loudly."

"Still, you took care of that creep right good. Launched him straight through the roof," he said indicating the hole in the ceiling. "I'm still trying to figure out exactly how you did that."

"What are you talking about, all I remember is getting attacked by the Infected then waking up over here." She replied, "There's no way I could have done that."

Stan shook his head in disbelief. "Yeah, I know. That's why I'm trying to figure it out..."

"No, I mean telekineses and telepathy and all the rest is superstitious twaddle." She commented as she sat up, "That itch in the back of my head is mostly gone thought."

"No, I mean telekineses and telepathy and all the rest is superstitious twaddle."

Stan laughed, "No need to tell me that, but I've seen a couple of things I can't explain today. You throwing that zombie through the ceiling, and that Damien guy and his wife's uncanny ability to know what the other one is thinking."

"That's normal for a married couple, my mom knew everything dad had thought, before he'd even thought of it sometimes." She commented

"Very true, but whole exact sentences from across the room? That still leaves your feat of super strength..."

"If I had superstrength, do you think I'd have fallen on my ass when I tried to fire that gun?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Stan shrugged, "No, but adrenaline does crazy things. I agree with you though, you don't have super-human strength, and that's why I'm having trouble figuring out just how you did that," he pointed to the hole in the ceiling again.

Stan shrugged, "No, but adrenaline does crazy things. I agree with you though, you don't have super-human strength, and that's why I'm having trouble figuring out just how you did that," he pointed to the hole in the ceiling again.
"Are you sure the Infected didn't do it, or some else maybe?" Kara asked

"I've never seen one of them do anything like that before, and considering it had you pinned, it had no reason to jump out of here. They just aren't smart enough to feel threatened by the guns we had all leveled on it."

"Maybe it had a brain." She suggested, then shuddered.

Stan looked grim for a second. "That would be a very disturbing first."

"Yep." She replied, before blinking and shouting, "Behind you."

About a second after she shouted, an Infected child burst throught the window at Stan.

OOC: they didn't bother, Aidan is going to just hotwire the bud, unless you find the keys before he gets there.

The two of them kept walking, looking for the Bus and the gun store (more ammo)

"Man, Damien, you are so lucky. A Marine Sniper for a wife. Mine died, six months ago." Aidan said, looking slightly forlorn a the though of his wife.

He stil had his book out, incase they did find that bus.

OOC: they didn't bother, Aidan is going to just hotwire the bud, unless you find the keys before he gets there.

The two of them kept walking, looking for the Bus and the gun store (more ammo)

"Man, Damien, you are so lucky. A Marine Sniper for a wife. Mine died, six months ago." Aidan said, looking slightly forlorn a the though of his wife.

He stil had his book out, incase they did find that bus.

"What happened...wait, six months ago, that's when..." Damien looked horror struck as he realised what Aidan was saying.

He had been pointed in the right direction and set off rapidly after the others who were searching for the bus, there was an off chance the key would work, if not, they could always try to hotwire something. He was keeping a sharp lookout and it didn't take him long to see where the others had gone, he hung back, not particlarly wanting to talk to these two for now, both seemed somewhat fanatical about close combat and might be a liability if he had to get away quickly, not to mention the group at the church would get suspicious if he let them die to a horde of zombies when he could have helped them.

God he hated teamwork.

"What happened...wait, six months ago, that's when..." Damien looked horror struck as he realised what Aidan was saying.

"Yeah, we where holed up in a small cabin in Maine when it hit us. I was lucky, and didn't turn, she did. I kept her locked up for a week, hoping that it was something from the disease. It was, but I wouldn't see the signs, until she escaped and tried to attack me. I had to kill her there. Now, her body lies on the altar of a church not far from there..." Aidan dropped off as he thought about his wife laying there.

"At least I know we will be together after all this."

Aidan stopped and looked back, "hey, that's one of the guys from the church right?"

"Hey, come up and join us!" Aidan yelled.

When he realised he had been noticed he groaned and rolled his eyes, so much for that plan.

He began jogging to catch up to them, when he got near enough he said "Hey, name's Mark, don't think i caught your's at the church."

After giving them a moment to respond he mentioned his reason for tagging along. "I found a set of bus keys from that zombie that jumped into the church, he must have dropped them, might be useful. That and you two seem to be the meatshields as it were, if you got yourself killed out here we would all be worse off." He said the last part somewhat jokingly.

When he realised he had been noticed he groaned and rolled his eyes, so much for that plan.

He began jogging to catch up to them, when he got near enough he said "Hey, name's Mark, don't think i caught your's at the church."

After giving them a moment to respond he mentioned his reason for tagging along. "I found a set of bus keys from that zombie that jumped into the church, he must have dropped them, might be useful. That and you two seem to be the meatshields as it were, if you got yourself killed out here we would all be worse off." He said the last part somewhat jokingly.

"Darn," Aidan commented as he realized he wasn't going to be hotwiring the bus.

"Darn," Aidan commented as he realized he wasn't going to be hotwiring the bus.

Damien laughed at Aidan's Expression.

"Don't mind him, he wanted to see if he could sucessfully hotwire it his first time. My name is Damien, and this is Aidan. As for meat shield, I don't know what you mean, Aidan seems to be proficient in armed combat, and I can't be bitten, so I just wade out anyways, help prevent people from being attacked."

"There's always the chance of it being the wrong key, we might want more that one bus anyway, either for more storage or for better weight distribution, make sharp turns and accelerating easier, we might need to do them and it would be somewhat annoying if the bus went rolling sideways or whatever."

"As for the meatshield remark, that's exactly what i meant, you take hits and serve as a distraction while everyone else shoots them, No offence meant of course, i'm sure you could kill quite a few of them, i was just trying to bring a little light-heartedness to the situation."

"There's always the chance of it being the wrong key, we might want more that one bus anyway, either for more storage or for better weight distribution, make sharp turns and accelerating easier, we might need to do them and it would be somewhat annoying if the bus went rolling sideways or whatever."

"As for the meatshield remark, that's exactly what i meant, you take hits and serve as a distraction while everyone else shoots them, No offence meant of course, i'm sure you could kill quite a few of them, i was just trying to bring a little light-heartedness to the situation."

"Aye, this blade has been stained with the blood of many. But I prefer to stand back ansd shoot. The stench is horrid."

Damien let out a laugh at the last comment.

He continued walking, eventually spotting the bus.

OOC: I think we should let Regenius decide on what typ of bus it is (School versus Tour), so I will stop here till he posts what kind of bus it is. Please let it be a double decker bus.

"Aye, this blade has been stained with the blood of many. But I prefer to stand back ansd shoot. The stench is horrid."


"Aye, the smell is bad, but at least it's a Dead giveaway!" It was a bad pun, but he couldn't resist.

OOC: no problem, i've got to log off pretty soon and sleep anyway

Percy had caught up to the 3 men trying to get the bus. He had heard Mark's pun, he laughed abit.

As he looked at the bus, a plan formed in Aidan's mind. Already, he was mentally up-armoring it. Rebar cage over the front windshield, with nother one extending over the windows.

OOC: this is the generic version, I will make it more specific when I find out what it looks like.

So, it is a touring bus, eh? Well, we can use the solid front as a prow, through a wedge on the front would work best. And we could place a steel barrier around the top, which would allow our better riflemen to fire on our enemies without being inside. We will need lots of rebar though, with which to reinforce the bus.

"Let's start this thing up." Aiadn said, walking toward the bus.

As he looked at the bus, a plan formed in Aidan's mind. Already, he was mentally up-armoring it. Rebar cage over the front windshield, with nother one extending over the windows.

ooc: TAP, you already posted this blurb as the final post of last page.

"I'm hating my life right now, but I'm going to keep it, none the less!" Sloan shouted, beating at a undead child, with Jesus*.


*As mentioned earlier.

Percy was with Damian and Aidan, and watched them try to get in the bus. The bus was very large, and it looked like it would be very helpful.

Mark considered drawing his sawn off, but, he would like to avoid luring more zombies here if possible, at least until they had got the bus working and could make a safe getaway. He took a firmer grip on his 'staff' and moved his rapier round for easy access.

"Let's try to keep this quiet if we have to kill something, i'd rather not lure a horde of zombies while we arn't quite ready."

As he approached the bus he glanced at the windows, trying to see what was inside, he was getting quite close to the door, he held his 'staff' in in both hands across his front, ready to use it as either a shield or a weapon if a zombie jumped out.

OOC: about the rapier, i don't mean it as one of those pointy ones that you poke things with, there were rapiers that were actually useful and could slash aswell as poke. I meant mine as one of those.

"Where is everyone?!?" This echoed through Sloans mind, loud enough for all of those so-callled mind readers to hear.

Janine clapped her hands around her head. "Don't shout so damn loud, we're right here."

Stan gave Janine a funny look, "Who was shouting?"

Janine looked at him quizically, "That Sloan guy."

Stan's look turned even stranger, "No, he's just sitting over there eating the food your uncle gave him. He never screamed."

Janine looked at Stan, then Sloan, and then buried her head in her hands again.

Percy heard the rukus from the church, he thought someone was probly going nuts. "Lets get this bus goin already" he said.

Mark moved to the far side of the door to get a better angle to see inside the bus, unfortunately it seemed dark inside and his view was obstructed by chairs. He was cautious, his staff wouldn't serve much purpose in there, it was too unwieldy in the limited room, he left it leaning against the side of the bus and drew his rapier. He knelt down and picked up a small stone, which he threw into the bus to see if anything made a noise from inside, better safe that sorry...

It was so hungry. It had eaten the other passengers weeks ago, and was trapped inside the bus away from the nourishment it longed for so badly. Then, a small tap against the front of the bus grabbed its attention. It pulled itself up on its arms haveing eaten its own legs not long ago. It used the seats to move forward to the front of the bus, where it saw a succulent pile of fresh meat standing outside. With a horrible screech it threw itself against the front window of the bus.

He heard a screech and a dull thud from the glass of the tour bus and saw a vague shape move. "It seems that somebody is home, guess the bus might need a bit of cleaning then... Ah well, first things first, let's see if this key works and put it out of its misery." He said as he placed the key in the door and began to unlock it.

"Stand Back!" he warned, as he threw the door open.

The now dazed zombie tumbled out of the open door, and began dragging itself along the ground towards Mark. It gnashed its teeth and moaned, uttering one coherent word, "...meat...".

Mark saw the creature tumble from the bus and jumped backwards out of it;s way, he hadn't seen many legless zombies and was curious as to how it had managed that on a bus that seemed otherwise empty...

The zombie grabbed Mark's leg as he stood gaping at it. Mark came to his sense's and tried to kick it off of his leg, eventually remembering he was holding his rapier, which he wasted no time in plunging through the zombies head.

Kara had fallen asleep, similar to when she'd passed out but this time it was only asleep.

'What's everyone's name?' Sloan thought, adding 'BOO!'

Mark saw the creature tumble from the bus and jumped backwards out of it;s way, he hadn't seen many legless zombies and was curious as to how it had managed that on a bus that seemed otherwise empty...

The zombie grabbed Mark's leg as he stood gaping at it. Mark came to his sense's and tried to kick it off of his leg, eventually remembering he was holding his rapier, which he wasted no time in plunging through the zombies head.


As the zombie let go of Mark's leg Percy drew the shotgun he recieved and cocked it just in case there was more zombies coming.

Mark kicked the redeaded zombie to make sure it was dead, then pulled his Rapier out of it's head and wiped it on a piece of cloth. He slipped it back into it's sheath and grabbed his 'staff'.

"If there were more zombies in there they should have come out, it's not like them to stay away from food." He said to the fourth man who had appeared and looked nervous, "Name's Mark, and yours?"

"Anybody happen to know how to drive a bus? They're a bit different from cars, after all. I'm going to take a look onboard, it 'should' be safe." He hoped he was right, but he kept his staff in front of him, just in case.

That fateful day I had no idea what was going on, who and what to seek out. Until that inevitable moment where one of them cornered me, and all I knew for sure was the terrified creature my conscience had become, lashing out with all its strength to fight back and keep moving. I've come a long ways since then. Sitting in this fire station, food nearly gone, wooden barriers to keep them out ground thin by their nails, nothing but the cold alloys of the H2, my radio, and my arsenal as companions. They've broken through now, I'll have to use my last resort . ..
Keegan tore through the fire station, doing as much as he could to draw their attention and still conserve his ammunition. He fled up the stairs, the monsters in tail. Desperation falling in beads off his face, the telling moment, he backed into his former sleeping area, and slid down the pole into the garage. He piled into his trusty hummer "Time to get the fuck out of here!!" Keegan spoke to himself as he slammed the accelerator to the floor. "Seems as if I'm gonna have to find that church after all." His heart seemed to race almost as fast as the speedometer as he took off in the direction of the broadcast. At least soon he wouldn't be alone.

Mark kicked the redeaded zombie to make sure it was dead, then pulled his Rapier out of it's head and wiped it on a piece of cloth. He slipped it back into it's sheath and grabbed his 'staff'.

"If there were more zombies in there they should have come out, it's not like them to stay away from food." He said to the fourth man who had appeared and looked nervous, "Name's Mark, and yours?"

"Anybody happen to know how to drive a bus? They're a bit different from cars, after all. I'm going to take a look onboard, it 'should' be safe." He hoped he was right, but he kept his staff in front of him, just in case.

"Wait," Damien said, "I was distracted earlier, let me reach out for a sec."

Damien stretched out his mind and sensed around for the hunger.

"Nope, where good. And yes, I can drive a bus, why don't you give me the keys, so we can see if it works."

"Fair enough." Mark said as he lowered his staff. He tossed the keys back to Damien, "Knock yourself out, well, not literally. I'm going to check what we have onboard."

He stepped up into the bus and started choking. "Gah, this bus must have been sealed the whole time, the air reeks of death." The smell of death and rotten flesh lay heavy on the air, he fought his way through the smell and opened a few windows enough to get a breeze through the bus, but not enough to let anything get into the bus if it tried. Then he stopped to examine the bus itself, it was covered in dried blood and some scattered remains of what he assumed were other passengers.

"Guess zombies arn't too picky when they get hungry" he said as he kicked some of the remains into a pile. "We might want to clean this up a bit sooner or later, preferably when we get someone safe, a hose would help too."

He walked back towards the front and sat in what appeared to be a clean chair.

"Girl, you might want to wake up." Sloan suggested, poking the sleeping girl with Jesus's hand. "I think we should first find every usable object in the church, then you can continue napping.

Kara woke and bumped her head on the hand, "Oww." She muttered rubbing her forehead. "Have the bus dudes gotten wheels yet?" She asked

OOC: I was gone for two days, in case you didn't notice. It seems a bit has happened.

Auron was bringing his daughter, who fell asleep again, to a back corner of the church, when a rock thrown by a zombie came flying through the window and smashed against his head, knocking him unconcious.

OOC: For an in-character explanation of my absence.

When Auron woke up, his daughter was standing over him.

"You took a bad fall...on top of me." She giggled and helped her father up, handing him his sunglasses, which he immediately put on, hiding his eyes (and his scar) from the rest.

He walked slowly over to one of the people still in the church.

"Where is everyone?"

"Is that what those blood curdling shreiks were about?" Sloan asked, slinging his Saviour (and such a portable one) over his shoulder.

Turning to a man who just walked up, Sloan replied, "They seem to all be outside."

Auron raised an eyebrow. "What screams?" He glanced over at one of the pews and picked up his sword, putting it on his back, slipping his left arm back into is coat and letting it hang there. Yuna grabbed her staff, also, and started twirling it around, dancing a bit.

"And where is everyone?" Auron asked again. When the other person finally answered, he nodded in response and walked out, his daughter following close behind.

Auron looked around carefully, and finally spotted the group down the road a bit, walking up to them, and then at the bus, sighing. "I suppose this is better than walking."

"There's something strange about that man." Sloan murmered, searching for the basement.

Kara had taken a seat as she tried to figure out what had happened to the Infected that attacked, and why Janine had thought she'd done it.

"You going to help search for supplies?" Sloan called to the girl he woke.

"Why bother, once they get the bus up and running, they can take it to my main cache which will have enought supplies, thougth we may need a truck or two to haul all of it." She commented as she returned to her musings.

"Main cache? Main cache?!? How would you a large amount of supplies in this area, where ever it is?" Sloan asked.

OOC: My AC still isn't working, but I'm sick of messing with it.


[Harrison woke again, this time from a dream of his grandfather, the wrinkles on his face still seeming to burn into his retinas.

He looked around, the church was nearly empty, and Tom stood at the door, still bloodied, where he was unable to clean himself.

Walking to Tom, he looked around.

"Easy, salvaging from stores, homes, gas stations, libraries, ect. I've had six months of time and it's hasn't all been spent avoiding Infected and living hand to mouth." She commented

"I thought looting was monopolised by Keeper." Sloan mutttered to himself. And it's not as if he himself didn't have supply drop points. Outside countries still readily accepted his money, especially since he was carrying valueble information with him.

"I thought looting was monopolised by Keeper." Sloan mutttered to himself. And it's not as if he himself didn't have supply drop points. Outside countries still readily accepted his money, especially since he was carrying valueble information with him.

Hearing a conversation nearby, Harrison made to approach them, it seemed to be a man and the girl that had been surrounded by the rubble on the floor,

"I'm so sorry to interrupt, I know all I seem to do is sleep, but its been along time since I slept with out being attacked, so I'm catching up, I'm Harrison."

Tom trotted up along side him and Harrison patted his head.

Tom trotted up along side him and Harrison patted his head.[/QUOTE]
Sloan extended his hand to Harrison. "I'm Edric Sloan. Do you happen to have any relation to Hickory Harrison?"

Sloan extended his hand to Harrison. "I'm Edric Sloan. Do you happen to have any relation to Hickory Harrison?"

OOC: SOO SLOW!

"Last name's Frinder, no Hickory in my family, grew up Toledo, get beat up for having a name like that, Harrison was bad enough."

"Hickory was more of a nickname. Supposed do have something to do with his punch. Wait! Now I remember, it was just Harris." Getting back to reality, Sloan asked, "Why were you called Frinder?"

"Hickory was more of a nickname. Supposed do have something to do with his punch. Wait! Now I remember, it was just Harris." Getting back to reality, Sloan asked, "Why were you called Frinder?"

"Misspelled at Ellis long time ago, used to Freider, German you see, but no matter, its what I was given ya know?"

So more formally you could call me Harrison Frinder, although I'm over 1/3 Cherokee, and it sounds nothing like an Indian name I know."

And yes I know I have blond-ish hair, it because of the German and Welsh."

Auron walked back into the church, his daughter Yunalesca following close behind. Glancing around, he looked for a place to fill up the jug he carried with him, since he ran out of sake.

When the jug was filled once more, he tossed the strap around his neck and let it hang off his thick double-belt, bouncing off of his right side. Auron yawned a little, but the stiff, upright collar on his thin red coat, acting as a mask, did not allow anyone to see it.

He glanced down at the empty pistol holster on his leg, and sighed. No use for this anymore. He unstrapped the holster and tossed it aside.

He sat down on a pew and just stared up at the altar of the church, not speaking. His daughter, however, was busy honing her psychokinetic abilities, which were very weak.

"I say we strip the alter." Sloan suggested, following the gaze of the man who just reentered. Looking at the girl he asked, "What is she trying to do?"

OOC: I'm assuming you were talking to RS, not me?

OOC: I'm assuming you were talking to RS, not me?
OOC: I was, but Sloan's attention was distracted. He has feelings about odd things, at times.

Damien caught the keys and stepped on board.

"Gahh... that is rank, whew."

<Alina, we have the bus, we are going to bring it back, contact Janine, and let her know.>

<Got it, Janine, tell the others they have found the bus, they are on their way.>

Damien sat down, and started the engine.

Putting it into gear, he called out, "All Aboard. Always wanted to say that."

"I say we strip the alter." Sloan suggested, following the gaze of the man who just reentered. Looking at the girl he asked, "What is she trying to do?"

"Not sure why we would do that, but you'll find no objection from me, I have no impression of sanctity of churches."

Looking at the new man and his daughter, "Name's Harrison, been hiking the appalacian trail for almost a year, sorry about my appearance, you wouldn't happen to have a razor?"

Auron simply glanced at Harrison from behind his sunglasses, nodding towards his oversized sword. "This is all I have."

Auron, from inside the church, heard the bus start up. He grabbed his sword and stood up. "Yuna." His daughter didn't respond at first, but then she accomplished her goal: she caught a broken piece of a pew on fire using her pyrokinesis.

"Yay! I'm starting to get it, Dad!" Auron smiled a tad, picking up the burning piece of small wood. "This'll burn the church down." He tossed it out into the lawn and watched it burn down. "Keep working at it." He led his daughter out to the door and turned around to the rest of them. "They're leaving."

Auron and Yuna walked down to the bus once more, and climbed aboard, walking to the back of the bus and taking a seat.

Percy thought about talking his car along back, but decided against it, he asked "Does anyone had a hose and a gas can" so he could syphohn what lieele fuel he had left so it could be used later.

Quickly stomping out the fire, Sloan grabben a tooolbox and fire ax. He proceeded to drag his stuff to the bus, which he entered.

Janine looked around confused for a second. Then told the rest of the group what Alina had thought to her. "They've got the bus."

Meanwhile, Stan was dozing in a corner with his head leaned up against the wall. Sleeping standing up was one of the many skills he had aquired since the outbreak.

Father O'Betts glared at Sloan. "You will do nothing to that alter." His words seemed to have an impressive coercive effect..

Shouldering the backpack, and turning the Tigers hat backwards, Harrison walked to the bus, Tom trotting behind.

"Wait here Tom," the wolf obeyed, and Harrison ran back inside. He gathered as much bedding as possible and brought it back to the bus. He laid it in the aisle near the back of the bus, and said, "Tom, stay on this while the bus moves, just rest."

Tom took the position on the palette and looked at Harrison, as if willing something to be understood.

"I left the alter. I also stomped out the fire, Your Reverence." Sloan retorted, heeaving his bags onto the bus.

Recieving no answer, Percy assumed that their was no hose or gas can, he got onto the bus almost died from the smell, and then jokingly said "Who ate the baked beans"

Recieving no answer, Percy assumed that their was no hose or gas can, he got onto the bus almost died from the smell, and then jokingly said "Who ate the baked beans"

"Sorry that was Tom, he may have ate some zombie when he was tearing them apart," Harrison laughed.

Tom glared at him, and then relaxed.

Looking at the father and child, Sloan asked, "Why the HELL did you try burning down the church?!?"

"That might give him some deadly indigestion" Percy said while laughing.

"It ate human flesh." Sloan said, blandly, looking at Harrison.

"That might give him some deadly indigestion" Percy said while laughing.

I looked at the biped they called Percy, and got ready to strike, but then something in me told that it wasn't an affront. I relaxed again, and Harrison scratched my ear.

"He can eat anything, I've seen him eat snakes, rabbits, fish, and anything else you can imagine."

"It ate human flesh." Sloan said, blandly, looking at Harrison.

"All I know, is that Tom has been with me for months now and never been anything but my friend. He didn't eat my girlfriend, my best friend or me. And besides what he ate is not human."

"Is it some sort of mutant?" Sloan asked, pulling his walking stick out of a bag.

Percy took a seat towards the back of the bus, and started to fiddle with his swiss army knife. He then said "We should put all supplies in a general area, where we can get them, while the bus is moving"

Auron raised an eyebrow at Sloan. "My daughter was honing her abilities, and managed to catch a small piece of wood on fire. So the church would not burn down, I tossed it out into the lawn and let the piece of wood burn out." Auron's complexion did not change during the conversation, he simply sat there, resting on his sword.

"Thinking before speaking is a good method in this situation. You would do well to remember that."

"Sorry that was Tom, he may have ate some zombie when he was tearing them apart," Harrison laughed.

Tom glared at him, and then relaxed.

Damien turned and looked at Harrison, a look of dread on his face, "Wait, it ate some?"

Percy took a seat towards the back of the bus, and started to fiddle with his swiss army knife. He then said "We should put all supplies in a general area, where we can get them, while the bus is moving"

Put in the overhead bins.

"Is it some sort of mutant?" Sloan asked, pulling his walking stick out of a bag.

Harrison sighed, "I didn't want to tell you this. This wolf first appeared on the night when my girlfriend and best friend were killed. On that night I called out for my grandfather to help me. This wolf came from the bushes and protected me, he's never hurt me, or any other living human being, and no matter how much I hate to acknowlege a higher power, I think he was sent to help me. And as for the name, I named him Tom after Tom and Jerry, it was time for Tom to finally be the good guy."

Sloan issued a retort to the man "The sprinkler system is down. The grass is dry. The whole area could have went up in flames."

Percy felt like a dumass. "Wow, 6 months can do alot to your brain cant it" he sadi tryin to cover his mistake up.

Damien turned and looked at Harrison, a look of dread on his face, "Wait, it ate some?"

"It's been tearing them apart for months and it hasn't affected him. I have no reason to worry about him."

Harrison sighed, "I didn't want to tell you this. This wolf first appeared on the night when my girlfriend and best friend were killed. On that night I called out for my grandfather to help me. This wolf came from the bushes and protected me, he's never hurt me, or any other living human being, and no matter how much I hate to acknowlege a higher power, I think he was sent to help me. And as for the name, I named him Tom after Tom and Jerry, it was time for Tom to finally be the good guy."
"Tom was doing his job."

"It's been tearing them apart for months and it hasn't affected him. I have no reason to worry about him."

"And it isn't dead? Zombie flesh should kill anything that eats it."

Percy heard the discussion, but decided it would be better to sleep, and he dosed off.

"Tom was doing his job."

Harrison wiped a tear from his eye, thinking about his grandfather. Could it be possible? Had Tom been sent by the spirits? At the burial, the man had told him that his grandfather had the spirit of the wolf.

"Yes he was."

"And we all could have died from the disease," Auron responded, calmly, to the overreacting man. "Now, sit down. You are giving me a headache." Auron turned away from the man and began looking out the window silently, while Yuna, his seventeen year old daughter, spun her staff around as the bus continued to move.

OOC: And FYC, THIS (http://www.mc.edu/campus/users/tully/Auron.jpg) is the FFX character "Auron" whom I pretty much based my Auron off of.

"Speaking of eating walking human corpses, where will we get food?" Sloan asked, taking a bench.

"And it isn't dead? Zombie flesh should kill anything that eats it."

"We have immunity, why shouldn't other animals? Tom has been exposed for almost a quarter of a year, he would have contracted it by now wouldn't he? I trust him with my life. I trust him more than any other living creature. He's never betrayed me."

Kara got up and stretched before moving over to where the dude would'd managed to coax her out of her fort had dropped the bags. Looking into the larger one, she called out, "Anyone hungry?"

Kara got up and stretched before moving over to where the dude would'd managed to coax her out of her fort had dropped the bags. Looking into the larger one, she called out, "Anyone hungry?"

"I still have a couple of energy bars, you want one?"

Janine stepped onto the bus and dropped the small bag of clothing she kept, and the backpack with her survival gear. She looked at the two men arguing over the dog. "It's called Human Varied Autoimmune Symptoms Virus for a reason..." She hoped that would end the discussion.

"Speaking of eating walking human corpses, where will we get food?" Sloan asked, taking a bench.

"Gas Stations, Super Markets, Kara's Stash. Those kind of places. And Aura, or what ever your name is, I am not overreacting. Every thing that I have seen eat a zombie corpse died. It is amazing that your wolf is still alive."

"Actually, it's the other way round, I have a bunch of soups in this bag, and even a bag of rice and dried beans in here." She commented

Auron listened intently to the conversation about the wolf, but showed no interest, simply staring out the window. The wolf is fine, he thought, carefully shielding his thoughts, in case anyone may be able to read them.

He lost interest in the discussion about the wolf after awhile, though, and dozed off -- as did his daughter -- in the back seat of the bus.

OOC: I'm hitting the sack, I'm pretty tired. Long day. 'Night ya'll.

"We'll need to find a brigade worth of vehicles." Sloan predicted, "We'll also need every other none infected on the planet."

"Actually, it's the other way round, I have a bunch of soups in this bag, and even a bag of rice and dried beans in here." She commented

"Nice, as soon as everyone is aboard, we should stop by that gun shop Aidan found, the more weapons the better. Plus, we saw some gas stations nearby, where we can fill up our vehicles."

Alina climbed aboard, and sat in the seat behind Damien, across from Aidan, who occupied the other front seat.

OOC: he isn't going to be able to post, so he told me to post that he is sitting in the front right seat, with his gear beside him, sooo...

"Let's go then." After a moment's pause, Sloan asked, "Does it have a pretty good inventory?"

Harrison pulled his tobacco from his bag, and also his bible, ripping a sheet out of Exodus, he rolled a cigarette, and lit it.

Scratching Tom still, he looked out the window and thought back to when times were simple, riding the bus to school. Crushes on girls. Fights over the sandbox.

"We also need to head to my primary stash." She commented as she remained in the church.

"We'll need to find a brigade worth of vehicles." Sloan predicted, "We'll also need every other none infected on the planet."

"That is a bit much," Alina commented.

"I was in The Mog, Baghdad, Tel Aviv during the first outbreak, and we were able to wast entire groups of zombies with a single Blackhawk. If Aidan can pull out an Army contact from that magical bag of tricks he's got there, we could use that contact to get a Blackhawk up and in the air."

"We also need to head to my primary stash." She commented as she remained in the church.

"Just tell us how to get there, and I will make sure that we do so." Damien called out, "Now get in, we need to get out of here."

Sighing at all the misfortune, Sloan took out his pipe. "Were there any pillows in the church?"


OOC: Will be going soon.

"Getting closer than two blocks away in the bus will be impossible. There are too many cars and wreakage cluttering the streets that lead to it." She replied, "It has to be done by man power, but'll be worth it."

"Now could someone help me with these two bags?" She asked

"What about dynamite?" Sloan suggested, going to fetch the bags. "Some the stronger of us could go out ahead."

"Getting closer than two blocks away in the bus will be impossible. There are too many cars and wreakage cluttering the streets that lead to it." She replied, "It has to be done by man power, but'll be worth it."

"Now could someone help me with these two bags?" She asked

"Tom stay here, I can help."

Stan looked around at the people gathered on the bus, specifically Kara. "It isn't really neccessary for us to amass this massive stock of supplies. When we're on the move, we can just raid as we go."

Stan looked around at the people gathered on the bus, specifically Kara. "It isn't really neccessary for us to amass this massive stock of supplies. When we're on the move, we can just raid as we go."


"I'll be with you no matter what, but just tell me this, do you have tobacco stashed?"

"Which would be smarter, trusting to providence or being prepared in case we find out a gas station is empty or we run out of food. Also Infected generally avoid the area of my stash, can you ensure that about the places you propose to raid?" She challened Stan.

Stan looked at him. "I have one case of Jacks, none of the roll it yourself kind. I don't smoke, but I always figured now is probably as good a time as any to take up the habit."

"Which would be smarter, trusting to providence or being prepared in case we find out a gas station is empty or we run out of food. Also Infected generally avoid the area of my stash, can you ensure that about the places you propose to raid?" She challened Stan.

Stan looked her in the eyes, not in a challenging way, just to show that he was being truthful. "I have a nack for being able to tell if a place has creeps around. I don't know how... it's just a gift, I guess."

"Cars eh, while you go ahead, Aidan and I could grab some parts from them, and up-armor the bus."

Stan looked at him. "I have one case of Jacks, none of the roll it yourself kind. I don't smoke, but I always figured now is probably as good a time as any to take up the habit."

"Well hell, now as good a time as ever. Smoke em if you got em, as the crashing airline pilots say,"

"That won't help if the gas station we need is infested with Infected. There are a number of empty fifty-gallon drums in the same place my stash is that can be filled up here in general safety in case we need them." She replied

Stan nodded. "Fine, let's stock up on diesel. We can store it in the luggage compartments in the bottom of the bus. We should get an emergency supply of food too. Enough for all of us for o' say 10 days. That can go in the bottom storage compartment aswell."

"That won't help if the gas station we need is infested with Infected. There are a number of empty fifty-gallon drums in the same place my stash is that can be filled up here in general safety in case we need them." She replied

"Hmm, we could fill those with diesel and store them on top of the bus."

"My stash is at the Nicoderm warehouse, do you know where it is?" She asked, "We should also get about twenty days of eight liters per person per day of water."

"How long till we get there? Is there more around it to search also?"

"Eight Liters a Day!!! Where'd you come up with that number. We'll all by water balloons if we drink that much." Janine said, slightly worried about the space required to transport that much water.

"Eight Liters a Day!!! Where'd you come up with that number. We'll all by water balloons if we drink that much." Janine said, slightly worried about the space required to transport that much water.

"Don't worry we should have plenty of room, and we'll need a surplus when we are going through Rockies and we go through the deserts.

"Easy, for first, I'll bet at least three quarters of the people on this bus are partially dehydrated, even if they don't know it. Two, I also factored in the hydration of dehydrated foods. And third, it's always important to have a large safety net when dealing with water." She replied

Harrrison looked at the seat in front of him and knew that all was going as it should now. For the first time in months Harrison felt right, and he fell onto the chair that he sat on.

Sometime during the night he fell off the chair and slept next to Tom, the only warm body he'd been next to in months. He dreamed of Sarah, and it was a long dream, he didn't wake from the the dream until the next morning..

Mark had neglected to join in the arguments about what to do, he only said "If you need some help collecting things, i'll give you a hand, stocking up on supplies now is a much safer bet than trying to do it on the fly."

He had been occupied watching the wolf that had come aboard with open curiosity, wolves had always interested him. He let it calm down first, it had seemed wary and showed obvious intelligence when Percy had spoken about it. Leaving his 'staff' and obvious weapons where he was sitting, he approached the wolf and it's owner. "I don't think we were introduced, name's Mark, and yours? Interesting 'pet'." He knew it wasn't a pet, but couldn't think of what to call it.

Percy woke up and saw that the bus still wasnt moving. He thought that they should get going soon. "How long untill we leave" he asked. He had heard about the cars being needed. "You can strip down my car and use it for whatever you want." he said.

"We might want to cut holes into those luggage compartments from in here." Sloan suggested, smoking his gold pipe. "That way we can get supplies in case of an emercency. We might also want to install hammocks, or bunks." Blowing out a ring of smoke, Sloan continued. "I drove an original Rolls-Royce Phantom here. I have filled the back of it with spare parts, and various gems and small statues. I also have a computer hooked up to every satellite in working order. We can have the Phantom join our fleet."

Auron woke up sometime in the middle, but he kept his eyes shut, so no one would know he was awake. His daughter, Yuna, however, was curled up in the seat beside him, resting against the back of the bus.

However, he did finally open his eyes, and leaned in toward the group, after moving up a few seats.

"If you really want things that badly, we could make a detour to...you call it North Carolina, I believe. Fort Bragg is your Special Operations headquarters, they are bound to have something."

ooc: He can't fly a helicopter. (why does he say "You call it North Carolina"?)

Stan looked at the man in the red trench coat and said, "It is North Carolina, and it's a helluva way out of the way we're going. I'd say Leavenworth would be a better bet."

ooc: He can't fly a helicopter. (why does he say "You call it North Carolina"?)

Stan looked at the man in the red trench coat and said, "It is North Carolina, and it's a helluva way out of the way we're going. I'd say Leavenworth would be a better bet."

"I am not going to follow the coast. It is way to heavily populated. Fort Bragg is probably over run by now. Leavenworth on the other hand, their prison is nigh impenetrable. You have to go up an elevator three floors just to be able to enter the prison, then down another one back to the ground floor. If there is going to be a safe place full of soldiers, Leavenworth will be it, Right Honey?"

Damien turned back to the central aisle, looking at it. "If we can get through with out cutting anything, then let's do it. If not, we need to just figure out another way."

"We might want to cut holes into those luggage compartments from in here." Sloan suggested, smoking his gold pipe. "That way we can get supplies in case of an emercency. We might also want to install hammocks, or bunks." Blowing out a ring of smoke, Sloan continued. "I drove an original Rolls-Royce Phantom here. I have filled the back of it with spare parts, and various gems and small statues. I also have a computer hooked up to every satellite in working order. We can have the Phantom join our fleet."

Janine looked at Sloan. "It's too bad that the Air Force shut off the GPS network then. That would have been a lot of help."

"Damien, we need to make sure that we can find someplace where we can pick up sheet metal, rebar etc. I can weld with my mind, so that way we can be safer in this thing."

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I know I'm close now, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm not going to make it in time. The thought raged through Keegan's mind just several minutes from the church. He figured his state must have something to do with that rather unsavory run-in with the pack of zombies he had a few miles back. There were still a few chunks left on the areas of the windshield that the whipers couldn't reach. He shudderred, collected his thoughts, and cleared the next turn. The dusk colored the sky the fleshy color that still churned his stomach.
As the adrenaline faded he neared the church. He pulled up near the outside of the structure and grabbed what had become his best friend in hell-on-earth; his Winchester Super X-2. He had found it on a riot policeman's body and had taken a liking to it. He took a thorough look-around within the safety of his hummer before slowly stepping out of the driver's side. The alertness that he had become familiar with came over him as he walked up the stoop of the house of God and propped open the door slowly.

OOC: Why not? I don't care why, it was just something to say, (I took it out already). What, makes Auron too powerful? Don't worry, I'm not offended, or anything, just curious.

And he says that because he's not from America.

Auron shrugged. "It was an idea," he said in his deep, low and scratchy voice. He didn't know the area very well, so the Fort Bragg was all he could think of. He jumped back three seats to the back of the bus where he was sitting previously, and went into a deep concentration, beginning to meditate. He shut out his environment around him, yet took it all in. Auron continued to listen to them, but subconciously.

"If everyone is aboard, let's get going." Damien said, "Seats everyone."

Turning to Kara, "Would you please direct me to the stash?"

Kara nodded and began giving Damien directions on how to get as close as it was possible in the bus.

Kara nodded and began giving Damien directions on how to get as close as it was possible in the bus.

Damien followed her directions, driving toward the area she directed.

Janine looked at Sloan. "It's too bad that the Air Force shut off the GPS network then. That would have been a lot of help."
The Air Force... ha ha! As if they could threaten business, let alone this. After we go through this stash, we should head to main bank. I parked the Phantom there. We also might want to consider fleeing towards Hearst Castle, or Tierra Del Fuego."

The bus arrived without incident at the end of a street strewn with downed phone and power poles, rusting cars and not a few skeletons scattered around.

"Alright, we're here, now we'll probably only need a few guards, most of us can carry supplies." Kara commented as she got out of the bus and gestured for the others to follow.

"Alright. But we should still head to the bank afterwards.", Sloan said, hopping out of the bus. Accidently twisting his walking stick's silver handle, the jet 'stick' slid off, to reveal a blade.

The bus arrived without incident at the end of a street strewn with downed phone and power poles, rusting cars and not a few skeletons scattered around.

"Alright, we're here, now we'll probably only need a few guards, most of us can carry supplies." Kara commented as she got out of the bus and gestured for the others to follow.

Aidan looked at the phone poles and instantly it hit him, "Damien, we need to spit those when we get back. We can put them on the front of the bus to help with a battering ram."

He stepped off, and hefted his Garand, sweeping the street and listening for the sounds of zombies.

"...Battering ram?" Sloan asked, fixing his sword stick. "Why not just use the bulldozers that are all over the country?"

Aidan looked at the phone poles and instantly it hit him, "Damien, we need to spit those when we get back. We can put them on the front of the bus to help with a battering ram."

He stepped off, and hefted his Garand, sweeping the street and listening for the sounds of zombies.

"Good Idea, plus those doors could form a rampart on the roof. Plus the logs can lead to a door on the top of the bus, to let us up there."

Damien slipped his splitting axe into the blet on his waist, and pulled out his repeater. He reached up, and activated the mini-maglite on it, using it to look under the cars as he reached out with his mind, sensing for the feel of endless hunger that indicated a zombie was nearby.

"...Battering ram?" Sloan asked, fixing his sword stick. "Why not just use the bulldozers that are all over the country?"

"No, we place it on the front of the bus, so that if we encounter zombies, we have the space in front of us so we can keep moving. It is a good idea."

"Alright, but I think we should cannabilize a construction site." Sloan said, heading back into the bus. He returned with the fire ax, from the church. "Are there a lot of flashlights in the stash?"

"No." Kara replied as she lead the others toward the warehouse. Pausing at one point, she commented, "Be careful, there's a manhole somewhere near here."

"No worries, there's a lid on it." Sloan commented, pointing to Kara's feet.

"Then either someone's been here, we're dealing with a smart Infected or there were two close by as the one I remember was uncovered, thought I've never been here without the sun out so I could have my bearings slightly off." She commented as she continued toward the warehouse.

"Then either someone's been here, we're dealing with a smart Infected or there were two close by as the one I remember was uncovered, thought I've never been here without the sun out so I could have my bearings slightly off." She commented as she continued toward the warehouse.
"Maybe I should get my tommy gun then." Sloan suggest, tucking his swordstick into a belt loop, while hefting the ax.

Mark left his 12-guage and 'staff' on the bus. Keeping his rapier and sawn-off, he should be able to carry anything needed, or if they were attacked he should be able to hold his own until he could make it to safety. "Lets not waste any time eh?" He said, "Lead the way to this stash of yours."

"Wouldn't hurt." Stan commented

"Ya, it probably wouldn't, but now that I look around, I realize what the problem is." Kara commented, "This isn't the street I usually take is all."

The group arrived at the warehouse and Kara went up and opened the door. Reaching down, she grabbed a three club like thing and took out a lighter. Lighting the torches she passed them out while keeping one as she lead them to her stash. There were stacks of cans, bags of rice and lentiles, boxes of seeds, boxes of female hygine products, stacks of books and lots of miscellaneous supplies including first-aid kits, lighters, batteries and a wheelbarrow.

Mark left his 12-guage and 'staff' on the bus. Keeping his rapier and sawn-off, he should be able to carry anything needed, or if they were attacked he should be able to hold his own until he could make it to safety. "Lets not waste any time eh?" He said, "Lead the way to this stash of yours."
"Might as well." Sloan said, showing a concealed carry SW1911 pistol in his shoulder holster, and taking Model 629 revolver out of his pocket, and placing it into a placing a side holster he found abandoned near the church.

"Wouldn't hurt." Stan commented

"Ya, it probably wouldn't, but now that I look around, I realize what the problem is." Kara commented, "This isn't the street I usually take is all."

The group arrived at the warehouse and Kara went up and opened the door. Reaching down, she grabbed a three club like thing and took out a lighter. Lighting the torches she passed them out while keeping one as she lead them to her stash. There were stacks of cans, bags of rice and lentiles, boxes of seeds, boxes of female hygine products, stacks of books and lots of miscellaneous supplies including first-aid kits, lighters, batteries and a wheelbarrow.
"We'll definitly need these." Sloan insisted, placing his ax by the door, and grabbing a case of batteries. "Listen, someone go down to the main bank, and pick up my car." Sloan instructed, taking out a set of keys.

"Those who can carry stuff, take medical stuff, feminine hygine products and food first." Kara said as she began loading the wheelbarrow with books, seed boxes, cans of food and other stuff.

Looking around he said "We should prioritize, how many people are here? One or two guards, one person for food, one for water, one for petrol, one for miscellaneous stuff. You get the idea." After a moments more searching he added; "While i like books, i don't think they rank too high, unless someone wants to look for survival guides or bus maintenance perhaps?"

OOC: You beat me too it Theao

Surprised that the young woman had snatched the words out of his mouth, he found himself obeying anyway, grabbing an empty box he overloaded it with medical stuffs and managed to balance even more somewhat precariously on top. "Ok, we going to stick together or just head one at a time?"

"Here are some on firearms, and modern martial arts." Sloan commented, skimming through the stack. "Cotton gin, electric generator, All You'll Ever Need To Know About Natural Resources, And How To Use them, EvenWhen Taking Murphy's Law Into Account... We could use some of these. I'll go with you." Sloan volunteered, loading books, tires, his axe, and several cases of non-perishables onto a shopping cart. "I'm almost happy these things are every where."

"Teams of two." Janine commented, "Those pushing carts or carrying boxes get an escort, just in case. I'll escort whoever's ready first."

"Use this until we can find you something else." Sloan said, handing his Model 629 to Janine, "I'm ready."

The former scientist nodded as she took the gun, and with her ridding 'shotgun' they headed back to the bus while the others continued to load.

"How many people would you say still alive." Sloan asked Janine, pushing the cart towards the bus.

Mark put the stacked box down and grabbed some bags, he stocked them alternatively with food and hygeine things until he had one two on each arm, then picked up the loaded box, thankfully it was only a short distance.

"I'm ready when you are."

"In the US or in the world?" Janine asked as she watched for Infected.

"I'll take escort for you." Stan offered

ooc: Will be back in about 1/2 hour.

"Both." A look of deep though came over Sloan's face. "Do you think the zombies can repopulate?"

"Both." A look of deep though came over Sloan's face. "Do you think the zombies can repopulate?"

"I doubt it, the sexual organs probably decompose as the bodies do." Aidan said, shouldering his bag.

"I doubt it, the sexual organs probably decompose as the bodies do." Aidan said, shouldering his bag.
"Anyone else coming?" Sloan called towards the warehouse.
OOC: I have already left the warehouse. Grab Kitab Al-Ibar, and come along

Mark put the stacked box down and grabbed some bags, he stocked them alternatively with food and hygeine things until he had one two on each arm, then picked up the loaded box, thankfully it was only a short distance.

"I'm ready when you are."

"Let's go then, I wanto get back and start working on the modifications for the bus."

Mark was about to agree to Stan being his guard, but Aiden offered in his place, so he followed him instead. "Lead the way."

"In the US, maybe somewhere around 600,000 would have survived the virus, minus however many have starved, died of disease, or were killed by the Infected. Worldwide, probably somewhere 12 million, minus the same qualifers." She commented, "And I don't think they'll be able to physically reproduce, thought I'm not sure what it'll effect in human reproduction."


Kara finished loading her wheelbarrow, and took Stan as her 'shotgun'.

Mark was about to agree to Stan being his guard, but Aiden offered in his place, so he followed him instead. "Lead the way."

"Kara, I want you and Mark walking side by side. Stan, watch our back." Aidan hefted his rifle and led the way outside. He swept the area with his gun, hping that no ghouls where around.

"We may not be able to fit thought all the gaps if we're walking side-by-side." Kara commented, "But alright."

"What's your plan?" Stan asked Aidan.

"We may not be able to fit thought all the gaps if we're walking side-by-side." Kara commented, "But alright."

"What's your plan?" Stan asked Aidan.

"If we have the two of us serving as guards, then we can keep a better watch over everyone. Plus, with you watching our back, I am better able to spot examine the available materials from those cars for when we get back."

Auron was leaning up against the bus as the rest of them left, his daughter nearby. As was usual, the group forgot about his existance, but it didn't bother him -- he didn't like being the center of attention. Because he stayed behind, he took it upon himself to guard the bus until all of them returned.

Yuna, however, was practicing her psychokinesis abilities on some logs. She struggled with the pyro and hydro-kinesis greatly. The Cyrokinesis wasn't much better. However, she was picking up on electrokinesis much quicker -- that's what her mother had.

Auron didn't notice much going on, but he kept alert just in case. Some walking came from the direction they left, but no shooting. They must be coming.

"That makes sense." Stan confessed with a bit of a rueful smile at not spotting the obvious.

"That makes sense." Stan confessed with a bit of a rueful smile at not spotting the obvious.

Aidan led them back, looking for materials they could use. Semi's, cars, telephone poles, anything useful for the defense of the bus did not pass his notice as he mentally mapped them out.

When he arrived back to see the young woman trying to set the telephone poles he was angered.

"What are you doing? We need those to help form a perimeter around the bus. If we don't, then we could get stopped and overwhelmed. Are you trying to get us killed?"

"What are you doing? We need those to help form a perimeter around the bus. If we don't, then we could get stopped and overwhelmed. Are you trying to get us killed?"

OOC: I'm assuming you're talking about Yuna. It's not the telephone poles. They're just random logs lying about.

OOC: I'm assuming you're talking about Yuna. It's not the telephone poles. They're just random logs lying about.

OOC: We need all the logs we can get. So just respond.

Auron came up and put a firm hand on Aidan's shoulder. "She is simply practicing on some small logs no bigger than your arm. You have spent no energy in gathering them. In fact, you would never have noticed them had she not been practicing on them. Do not yell at my daughter." When he was done, he simply leaned back against the bus, his sword point down on the ground in his right hand, since his left was still in his jacket.

Percy chuckled at the thought of the zombie repopultating. Then he helped gather supplies.

Auron watched Percy gather supplies from behind his sunglasses, and kept an eye on Aidan. He didn't do anything, as he wasn't asked to. Auron was not one to start a conversation.

Auron came up and put a firm hand on Aidan's shoulder. "She is simply practicing on some small logs no bigger than your arm. You have spent no energy in gathering them. In fact, you would never have noticed them had she not been practicing on them. Do not yell at my daughter." When he was done, he simply leaned back against the bus, his sword point down on the ground in his right hand, since his left was still in his jacket.

"If you had paid attention to what we where saying earlier, you would have heard me saying we need to build a ladder. I didn't even notice your daughter there until the log began to burn. Seeing as she is the only other Dragon Mind I know of, It had to be her. Now please, If she wants to practiceher flame abilities, aske her to use the car seats of those vehicles over there. We don't need them."

Aidan glared at the strange man, muttering, "We should just leave you behind."

He dropped his bag at the door of the cargo compartment, and walked over to the logs, gathering them up.

Auron nodded. "See? No need to yell." Yuna looked up at her father after overhearing Aiden and Auron speak, and Auron nodded, so Yuna went off to the car seats to practice.

He overheard Aiden's comment, but didn't respond to it. There wasn't a need.

"Anything I can help with? I don't want to freeload."

Damien shook his head, he agreed with Aidan, those logs would be neccessary for the building of the ladder up to the roof.

He sighed, and moved over to the first car that Aidan had pointed out to him. He reached in and popped the hood. Using his screwdriver, he undid the hood and carried it over to the bus, where they would later weld it in place on the Bus's roof. He continued, until he had gathered up all the hoods they would need.

Looking at the Telephone poles, he pulled out his axe and hacked off the top of the pole, forming a nice, round cone. He did the same thing to the other side, and called over Aidan, "Aidan, help me with this thing will ya?"

Auron nodded. "See? No need to yell." Yuna looked up at her father after overhearing Aiden and Auron speak, and Auron nodded, so Yuna went off to the car seats to practice.

He overheard Aiden's comment, but didn't respond to it. There wasn't a need.

"Anything I can help with? I don't want to freeload."

"No, you just siot there and keep an eye out." Aidan said in a low voice as he walked over to where the blacksmith stood. "Let's get this log over there already."

Auron smirked under his collar. "As long as it's just one." He walked on the other side of the bus so he'd have a wider range of view (plus, everyone else was on the side he was leaning on, therefore he didn't need to guard that side). Auron simply leaned against the bus, seemingly not paying attention, but he was taking in everything around him.

"No, you just siot there and keep an eye out." Aidan said in a low voice as he walked over to where the blacksmith stood. "Let's get this log over there already."

Aidan helped haul it over to the side sans door, and dropped it. "Come on, let's go get some more of these, we need to cut some in half for the front and back bars. Maybe four on each side, with three across the front and back."

Kara, Stan and Janine had headed back to get the last few supplies, including the fifty gallon drums. After returning, Kara asked, "What are you guys doing?"

Kara, Stan and Janine had headed back to get the last few supplies, including the fifty gallon drums. After returning, Kara asked, "What are you guys doing?"

The two of them had finished wioth the fourth log when they got back. "Working on the battering ram for the bus."

"Why not just do it cow-catcher style, by hammering two car doors or something together." Kara suggested as she began unloading the stuff into the supply pile.

"Hey you." Janine called to Auron, "Could you come help get these supplies sorted and organised."

Stan looked over at the kneeling Janine for a moment, shook his head and headed over to help the guys making the ram.

Auron turned around a bit, and finally realized that Janine was talking to him. He put his sword on his back and walked up to her.

"What do you need?"

"Just some help getting all of the stuff seperated, and then figured what to pack and where to pack it." She commented

Auron nodded, putting down his sword beside him, squatting in front of all the equipment.

"First, I would suggest organizing it into what the items are used for. Then on how important they really are." He began putting some of the stuff together, when his sunglasses fell off, exposing the deep running scar over his left eye, running from just above the eyebrow to the indent of the cheekbone. He quickly fumbled with the equipment he had in his hand and grabbed his glasses, putting them on as quickly as possible, yet smoothly so as to not draw too much attention.

"There, that's one spot. Food." Auron glanced over at the food. "This needs to get out of the open soon. We should work on that now and get it put away before we do anything else. We don't need unwanted attention."

Janine noticed the scar, but seeing his work to get it hidden, choose to use discretion and not mention it. "Alright the canned foods in the overhead bins while dry foods in the luggage compartments?" She asked

"We should probably have food, medical stuff and weapons in the overhead bins, with those taking priority then the remaining stuff gets stored underneath." She said, almost talking to herself as she planned.

"I wouldn't put too many cans in the overhead bins, if they fall, the food is ruined, and someone has a headache." Auron realized that she saw his scar, but as long as she didn't bring it up, he wasn't going to care. She'll probably talk it over with the rest. He shrugged to himself and moved on.

"Emergency medical supplies, some food, and some weapons can go in the overhead bins. The heavier weapons, if we have any or aquire some, the other medical supplies, and the heavier food can go underneath. Unless the other stuff will not fit, then we can stash them in the overhead bins."

And so he went to work.

OOC: I'm hitting the sack. 'night

Janine began likewise working on the supplies, making sure to store them efficiantly and neatly.

Mark had already organised the suppies he had brought over and sorted them out. Seeing the others were taking care of the rest he walked over to Aiden and Damien, "Need any help?"

Pecry asked "Anyone got a hammer and saw, I want to be the one to destroy my car" Percy loved his car, he had put over 10,000 dollars into it. But that also means more material to use to help.

Havng broken off from the group, after delivering the cart of supplies, Sloan went off to fetch his Phantom, grabbing his ax and Tommy gun.

Auron smirked to himself. You don't need a saw, he thought, subconciously bringing his sword closer.

Once the foodstuffs were completed and loaded, the medical supplies were sorted and loaded, and then he glanced at the weapons. Most of the weapons are personal arms he thought to himself. There isn't anything to do.

"Is that it?"

'I think there is still a few cars to gut, but do not touch my Accord. I will damage my own car, no one else!" Percy replied to Auron.

'I think there is still a few cars to gut, but do not touch my Accord. I will damage my own car, no one else!" Percy replied to Auron.

OOC: Dude, he was thinking to himself, not talking aloud.

Mark had already organised the suppies he had brought over and sorted them out. Seeing the others were taking care of the rest he walked over to Aiden and Damien, "Need any help?"

OOC: sorry for the length of time between posts, work has kept me busy and tired.

IC
Aidan nodded as he hammered in some metal plates onto the log. now he would be able to use his Dragon Mind to weld the logs on this side to the bus.

"Help us lift this."

As soon as it was up, he started welding the metal to the bus, hopefully it would hold.

Sloan hummed happily to himself as he loaded his Phantom onto a DAF tractor. 'We should be able to carry our fleet with this!' He thought to himself, loading various computer sceens into the semi-trailer.

OOC: Hello?

After getting the supplies stowed, Janine dug out a map and began looking at it. Looking around, she said, "If anyone else want's to work on planning out a route to California?"

****************

Stan had returned to cover Kara as she was carrying the last load in her overfilled wheelbarrow. As they walked and talked, filling each other in on a little of thier respective pasts.

As Kara was about to ask Stan about his family, a small child Infected burst out of the rubble and lunged at him. Raising his gun, he fired off a round. As the bullet splattered the back of the skull against the pavement, his eyes widened temporarily before with a visible effort to get a hold of himself, they returned to the bus.

ooc: Hi Derson, does anyone know where Salt is?

Mark had been helping Aidan with holding the logs, they were reasonably heavy and the heat from the welding was making him sweat. He heard a gunshot and tried to look around as well as he could while still holding the log; "Should i be worried about that gunshot?" he asked to anyone in the general area.

Auron nodded, picking up his sword. "Yes, you should be. These things don't tend to walk alone. They are instinctual beings it seems, and they travel in groups.

"Everyone, grab your weapons." Auron heard some rustling in the thick trees over near where the Infected child jumped out. He pointed that way with his sword.

OOC: Zombies aren't my place to RP. I'll let someone else do it. Now that we're here, for the most part, let's get some action going. :D

Rolling his eyes he replied; "I meant if it was something that you lot couldn't handle." Changing his attention to Aidan he said "Any chance that your almost done?"

Auron grunted. "Ah, well, no, then. Nothing you should worry about. Unless they come from your direction, too. Then you should be." Auron walked a little closer to the woods, sword at the ready, just in case one of those pesky things jumped out at him, they'd jump right onto his blade. Where'd that priest go? I wonder if they're affected by their "holy water."

Damien heard the gunshot and began reaching ut with his mind, touching slightly the minds of the others. He was sensing for the insatiable hunger of the ghouls. And hoped he didn't sensde anything.

<Alina, wake up, we need you to reach out, sense for the beasts.>

OOC: theao, regenius, does the weld work? I want you to decide that.

Fortunately for all, they were worrying for naught as only the Infected child had been in the local.

*****

After returning the supplies to the bus, Stan went over to help Janine plan the route.

*****

A small branch fell from where it had been lodged, disturbed by the Infected's passage, but was unoccupied otherwise.

*****

Kara had taken a rest in the shade of the bus, and wondered when everything that people were fiddling with would be finished. As she did, she seemed to get a flash that the bus would be putting it's way down a road by sun-down.

ooc: Assuming you're talking about making the 'battering ram'?
If so, then for now it will.

"Hey guys!" Sloan called through a mega horn (whatever it's called), as he drove the DAF tractor toward the bus. "Look what I found!"

"Hey guys!" Sloan called through a mega horn (whatever it's called), as he drove the DAF tractor toward the bus. "Look what I found!"


"Whoah," Aidan commented softly, as he saw it coming. "I thought thet only used Mack's and Freightliners around here? "

"Hey, Sloan, are there any Deisel Trailers nearby?"

"Ya, a hole was blown in the road, so none of the vehicles could turn around!" Sloan annouced, driving ten yards up to the bus.

"Ya, a hole was blown in the road, so none of the vehicles could turn around!" Sloan annouced, driving ten yards up to the bus.

Damien thought about it, considering if he could link it to the bus, then discounted it, the bus would be heavy enough as it was.

"Let's stop back by the church and head out, I know Aidan wants to ride his motorcycle to help with Convoy security."

Damien walked to the doors and opened them up, climbing up to the driver's seat. He started the ignition, and shifted it into gear.

Janine looked at Stan and something unseen passed between them, an agreement in essence that they could work of plotting the route out in the bus and that they had something to talk about.

After gathering the maps, making sure everyone was on board and boarded the bus themselves, Damien took off toward the church again.

Harrison wavered to the front of the bus as it rocked swerving around abandoned vehicles, "Listen, I've been thinking; we should find our way to I-64 to cross the Mississippi. We can hit it if we go through Indianapolis, we just need to get to I-70. There's a bypass for Indianpolis to avoid most of the confusion if we go I-465 then back to 70. Take us through the suburbs, then through to some extremely rural areas (with the exception of Terre Haute) until we get near to St. Louis. We just take I-55 S to go to I-64 W."

Harrison rethought the route. Yes, this would be the most peaceful he could think of. Other crossings would be more violent, as far as he could think of. Go through Denver, or go to Oklahoma City and take the more southern route. Either way it was a long distance, conflict was assured, Harrison shuddered.

"This is all I can think of, but I think its the best bet we have."

Harrison wavered to the front of the bus as it rocked swerving around abandoned vehicles, "Listen, I've been thinking; we should find our way to I-64 to cross the Mississippi. We can hit it if we go through Indianapolis, we just need to get to I-70. There's a bypass for Indianpolis to avoid most of the confusion if we go I-465 then back to 70. Take us through the suburbs, then through to some extremely rural areas (with the exception of Terre Haute) until we get near to St. Louis. We just take I-55 S to go to I-64 W."

Harrison rethought the route. Yes, this would be the most peaceful he could think of. Other crossings would be more violent, as far as he could think of. Go through Denver, or go to Oklahoma City and take the more southern route. Either way it was a long distance, conflict was assured, Harrison shuddered.

"This is all I can think of, but I think its the best bet we have."

"We should check a map wen we get to the church, I'll grab my bike and scout ahead, If Alinda can use her Tp to tell me where we need to go, I can follow exits."

Driving the DAF tractor behind the bus, Sloan began to smoke his gold pipe again. "Wonder if I get any Vernon Brandy around here..." Sloan muttered to himself.

Damien liked to call it active sonar. Everyone on the bus would be able to sense his mind brushging up against theirs as he kept his mind open for the feel of the hunger. The constant, endless hunger of the undead.

Suddenly, he felt it.

He was shocked. He hadn't felt it this strong sense he had left Augusta.

Looking over at his wife, he saw a look of fear and terror on her face.

<That is a big swarm.> He said.

<Too big. With their speed, we can't do much.> Alina responded.

"<Okay everyone, massive group coming up. Estimating about 45-50 of the fast-movers heading this way. Ready your self.>" Damien called out both verbally and with his mind.

Damien knew that he had to keep driving to help them stand a chance, and so he handed his Repeater over to his wife.

<Don't Miss.>

<I won't.>

Damien liked to call it active sonar. Everyone on the bus would be able to sense his mind brushging up against theirs as he kept his mind open for the feel of the hunger. The constant, endless hunger of the undead.

Suddenly, he felt it.

He was shocked. He hadn't felt it this strong sense he had left Augusta.

Looking over at his wife, he saw a look of fear and terror on her face.

<That is a big swarm.> He said.

<Too big. With their speed, we can't do much.> Alina responded.

"<Okay everyone, massive group coming up. Estimating about 45-50 of the fast-movers heading this way. Ready your self.>" Damien called out both verbally and with his mind.

Damien knew that he had to keep driving to help them stand a chance, and so he handed his Repeater over to his wife.

<Don't Miss.>

<I won't.>

Aidan looked over at Damien, hoping it wan't true. However, the look on Alina's face told him that it was.

"Man, just when I thought I was gonna get some bike time."

Aidan looked in the chamber and noted that he had four rounds left. Patting down his pockets, he could feel that he had six more 8-rd. clips readily available.

The fire within his mind could be seen in his eyes as he warmed up his Dragon Mind.

"Let's rock-and-roll."

I wake up and yet again find myself in a nightmare. i stand up and look around "thank goodness" i whisper to myself i then get a shock "DAEMON" i shout my cat is missing then i spot her sleeping. i push her awake and grab her i look franticly for my pistol when i find it i look inside i find one bullet i laugh not out of amusement but out of desperation "the irony" i said to my Cat. the gun goes in it's hoist and i walk out.

I was lucky i wasnt found i slept in a ruined house. i didnt see anything hopfully i can make that bullet last until i reach somewhere with ammo.

I promised myself that if i didnt find anybody in 3 weeks i would shoot myself i sigh that was 5 weeks ago. here i was desperate and alone i looked at myself in a mirror i was dirty and scard. wearing a long black jacket thinking it would hide me easier i was proved wrong only last night when i shot that..that...thing. well now i suppose i head towards the local stores like i got anything better to do.

I walk down the street and then i got a shock. something was behind me i could hear it. i look back and see a object coming my way in the distance. I pull my pistol and aim it at the object "im not dying here" i said to myself i put down my cat while keeping aim. she was also scared and kept near my leg. "not here not now".

(out of story)
Can i Join by the way, my characters name is Cameron aswell.

OOC: delete that post, Regenius decided that there where no more people able to join. And, there is an OOC thread where you should have gone first.

OOC: Phenixica delete your post. Go to the OOC forum if you want to beg and plead for a spot in the RP.

IC:

Stan looked at the husband and wife team, and their faces said it all. The sheer terror wrought all over their expressions was enough to make him a little afraid. Then he heard the numbers and nearly wet himself. Looking around for options for cover and a firing position, he saw something that caught his interest. The name on the nearest warehouse read Johnson Mining Ltd. on its faded rusty sign. He called to the others, "Hold them off as long as you can!"

Running to the one small door in the front of the massive warehouse, he tried it. It wouldn't open. Locked of course... damn. Pulling out his Springfield XD .45 ACP, he aimed it at the lock, and pulled the trigger. The massive round made a large and impressive hole where the lock had been, as well as a report that would have alerted most any other Creeps in the area. He was pretty sure they were all already bearing down on him anyway.

Trying the handle again, the door swung open inward, letting a sliver of light fall through the entry way. Looking around in the dim light afforded from the small fires burning in various locations on the street, he saw a light switch. Trying it, nothing happened. Damn, he thought, no power. Looking around, he suddenly had an intense pain right behind his forehead. Then, his eyes open wider as he was shown an generator that lay behind a door several yards away.

Blinking and shaking his head, he opened his eyes again to see the normal black wall with the light switch in front of him. Looking down the hall, he saw the door he had seen in his 'vision'. Going to it, he opened it and sure enough there was a generator. Before he could walk over to it though, a Creep jumped out from a corner and tried to attack him.

He swung up his gun, and fired one round. The impact of the bullet knocked the Creep back into the far wall. Stan aimed and hit it in the neck, completely severing its head.

Rushing to the generator, he saw that the fuel level was at full. Thank God!, he thought. Flipping the switch, it roared to life, and the lights in the warehouse began to flicker to life. The light now streaming out the high windows lit the advancing hoarde of zombies. They were still several hundred paces from the bus, but were advancing fast. Stan couldn't see this, as he was frantically searching for what had brought him into the mining warehouse: dynamite.

Looking down the long rows of shelves that were almost as high as the twenty foot ceiling, Stan searched frantically for any indication of were the explosive could be. Suddenly, he was struck by another intense pain behind his forehead. This time, he was shown a large locked steel case on the nearest wall. Then, he was shown the dead Creep in the generator room, and more importantly, the keys in its pocket.

Running back to the Creep, he retrieved the keys, and ran to the case. Opening the lock, he carefully opened the lid of the chest, and reached in and carefully extracted several of the highly volatile sticks of the explosive. Running back out to the bus, he yelled to his companions, "Look what I've found!"

Auron continuously blocked out Damien's brushing against his mind. He's getting a little annoying. However, Auron knew what Damien was doing, so excused it.

Yuna, however, when in the presence of Damien, had her powers grow a little, using Damien's power to help boost hers. She, also, noticed the incoming swarm, although only after Damien did, and weaker. She clutched her staff tightly, and Auron looked at Damien after his utterance of the overly-cliched battle line.

"I suppose a defence would be in order, yes." Auron grabbed his sword, which was bigger than some of the people on the bus, but stayed seated. "Unfortunately, I have no long-ranged weaponry. You will have to deal with them until they come closer."

Auron walked out with the rest of them. Most of the party went for cover to shoot the hosts, however, Auron did not have that option. Nor did he particularly want it.

"And here they come." A few of them came after Auron, as he was the most exposed, lunging and gasping, begging for the oppertunity to eat the live flesh. Not over my de...nevermind. He dismissed the thought as he tossed off his coat on his left side where he had his arm hanging, showing the more-than-average muscle on his arm, along with a strange tatoo. He shifted the sword to his left hand, his dominant hand, and readied for battle, sunglasses still on, covering (slightly) the large scar that ran across his left eye.

One of the zombies jumped at him, and Auron simply held out his sword as the zombie impaled himself on the large weapon. As another undead began to lunge at him, he swung the blade around, flinging the corpse off of it and smashing it into the other undead. Auron took the back end of the sword and crushed the skull of the pinned zombie, only to have one jump at him as he wasn't looking.

However, noticing it just in time, he ducked low to avoid the jump, and once the undead thing cleared him, he jumped up into the air and came down on the undead, slashing the zombie clear in half with the blade of his sword.

Cleaning the strange blood off of his sword, he retreated back into the woods and let some of the people with guns take care of them before he headed back out. He turned his head when he heard someone cry out "Hey, look what I found!" He walked over to Stan and examined the dynamite, smirking.

"THis may prove useful." He looked up at Stan, only to see him looking at him oddly. And then Auron realized -- his sunglasses fell off, exposing the massive scar that ran from above his eyebrow, over his eye, ending parallel with his lips. And with his coat still off on the left side, there was no large collar to hide it running down his face. He shook it off and turned around quickly, heading back out to the field of zombies, hopefully their numbers diminished from the gunfire, kicking himself for allowing them to fall off, letting Stan see his unusable left eye, and the massive scar that showed it.

Stan had noticed the strange scar, but had thought nothing of it at the moment. There were more pressing issues in his mind at the time. Running over to Aidan, he handed him two sticks, and left two for himself. "Try and avoid collateral dammgae to us or the bus. Throw them as far out as possible."

Hefting the volatile explosive, stan swung it over his head, not even bothering with a fuse, knowing that it would explode on contact or that Aidan could light it if it didn't.

The stick sailed through the air, and landed in a group of five Creeps. The explosion disintegrated those five, and the shock wave destroyed several more in the vicinity and knocked still others to the ground.

When the others called out that there were Infected, Kara had headed into the bus rather than outside like the others. She did this for two reasons, the first being fear at the Infected, and the second was she'd survived not by fighting them but by avoiding the Infected whenever possible. She knew she could keep them at bay in the confines of bus but that she didn't really stand much of a chance facing a large number of them in open terrain.

Aidan was sitting in the bus, hiw window opren, and firing at the ghouls as they advanced. reaching out with his mind, he excited the molecules of the undead, and set as many of them on fire as he could.

"Everyone get inside, We gotta move, NOW!"

Aidan continued firing, mettalic clangs sounding off at regular intervals as he emptied, one, two, three clips into the onrushing ghouls.

I don't have enough ammo for this, time to use my bow.

He dropped his garand to his seat, and fired off arrows at the ghastly beings.

Even those not hit in the head where doomed, as the chemicals coating the arrow heads caught fire upon contact with the water of the body.

Time to show everyone why my name means Fire I guess. Aidan thought, traginf like a dragon with his bow and mind.

Stan had noticed the strange scar, but had thought nothing of it at the moment. There were more pressing issues in his mind at the time. Running over to Aidan, he handed him two sticks, and left two for himself. "Try and avoid collateral dammgae to us or the bus. Throw them as far out as possible."

Hefting the volatile explosive, stan swung it over his head, not even bothering with a fuse, knowing that it would explode on contact or that Aidan could light it if it didn't.

The stick sailed through the air, and landed in a group of five Creeps. The explosion disintegrated those five, and the shock wave destroyed several more in the vicinity and knocked still others to the ground.

Aidan nodded, It was the perfect opputrtunity.

He threw them out the window, into the center of the horde. Using his dragon fire, he lit them right as they reached eye leve, exploding spectacularly as they spatterred brains everywhere.

"RUN!" Sloan called, taking out his Thompson submachine gun, he fired a burst at three infected. "Anyone who's left, hop on!"

Janine closed the luggage compartments under the bus, and then ran and climbed into a seat affording her a view of the now thoroughly diminished group of zombies. Only twenty remained, but they were too close for dynamite now. They had to be dealt with one at a time.The Priest was in the seat in front of her, his Winchester 1885 firing almost as fast as he could work the lever action. Each of his shot seemed to take a zombie down. His accuracy with iron sights was impressive.

Stan meanwhile set down the remaining stick of dynamite, and then drew his .45 again. He lined up his shots, but not all of them hit or otherwise destroyed the vital brainstem. Still, the power of the gun knocked back anything its bullets hit, knocking a number of zombies off their feet. The 14 round clip emptied faster than he would have wished, but he had two more, so he swapped it out for another in a movement that although not perfect showed much practice.

So far, excluding the dynamite, he'd dropped 3 Creeps, and injured a lot more. He hoped he'd be getting some back up from the Sniper here in a bit though.

Janine closed the luggage compartments under the bus, and then ran and climbed into a seat affording her a view of the now thoroughly diminished group of zombies. Only twenty remained, but they were too close for dynamite now. They had to be dealt with one at a time.The Priest was in the seat in front of her, his Winchester 1885 firing almost as fast as he could work the lever action. Each of his shot seemed to take a zombie down. His accuracy with iron sights was impressive.

Stan meanwhile set down the remaining stick of dynamite, and then drew his .45 again. He lined up his shots, but not all of them hit or otherwise destroyed the vital brainstem. Still, the power of the gun knocked back anything its bullets hit, knocking a number of zombies off their feet. The 14 round clip emptied faster than he would have wished, but he had two more, so he swapped it out for another in a movement that although not perfect showed much practice.

So far, excluding the dynamite, he'd dropped 3 Creeps, and injured a lot more. He hoped he'd be getting some back up from the Sniper here in a bit though.

Alina sighted down the Winchester and fired, putting a bullet through it's brain. Using her connection to Damien, and thus Aidan's occular lobe, she was bale to sense which ones the young survivalist was about to try and turn into a walking lighter.

Taking aim at another, she fired again, taking out the ghouls.

"Damien, let's get out of here as soon as possible." She called.

"Is everyone aboard?" he asked, wanting desperatly to start the bus moving.

Meanwhile, Alina continued to focus on the ghouls, laying down deadly fire with her husband's winchester.

"For the love of..." Sloan cursed, driving towards the zombies. "Head to the church! I'll follow later!"